He was a joker to the core. He always wanted a piece of pie, (the "round one",he would say). He had a line for everything and kept us all laughing. He was the hardest working man I knew. I mostly saw him stinky and dirty, but handsome and rugged. He hauled his calfs around in the back seat of his Cadillac. He whiskered anyone who got near him. He ate ice cream right out of the carton with a big spoon, even when Grandma would scold him because it wasn't good for his diabetes. He loved his fellowman and tried to help many of those who were less fortunate. Oh yes, there was no one like Grandpa Ogden!!!
My Memories of Grandma
I loved sitting on the porch of her house where she had a hummingbird feeder and we could witness the wonders of
nature. She loved all things, big and small. She was a great optimist and tried hard to keep herself happy for all the years she was without her love, Grandpa.
She was a wonderful cook and often came over to our house with something she had made to share. She loved to read and became a very well educated Grandma. Her love of poetry, which she learned from a young age, stayed with her all her life. I remember sitting by her in her last days, she was quiet and hardly talking and then she would sit straight up and recite one of her wonderful poems, all the words to perfection. She talked a lot about her father, who must have been a wonderful man. I think he was the one who inspired her desire for learning. She was gracious and warm, frank and direct. Oh what an example to all of us of dedication to her family and fellowmen.
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